17Gerardway

Randy walked out to the living room and saw Nicki sitting on the couch watching TV and laughing.  She didn’t even see or hear him until he walked over and opened the front door.  “Hey where are you going?”   “Um nowhere, I’ll be back soon,” and without another word left.  He didn’t return until 4:00 in the morning and he was drunk, high, and stoned.  “Randy where have you been?”  She gasped when she noticed his eyes bloodshot and how his body swayed unsteadily.  “I be out with frends, “he slurred.  Nicki groaned then as he sank to his knees and heaved until his stomach was empty.  “H

As Nicki went back inside Scott saw her look of concern and knew what must have happened, “don’t worry he’ll come back when he’s ready.”  Travis was listening and knew it was because of him that Randy left and so he quietly left, he was going to find Randy no matter what. As soon as Randy had walked two blocks when 5 more guys jumped and he knew he didn’t stand a chance when he saw Lance and so he ran.  Lance was a tall lean muscular broad shouldered boy with short flaming red hair that stood up in spikes.  “Not so fast kid,” he growled and flung something at him.  Randy tripped over the object and fe

Travis was tired of his same boring life day after day.  Travis parents couldn’t handle him so they sent him to what was supposedly was a military camp.  Instead it was a huge building with lots of lab rooms, class rooms, and sleeping quarters for boys who were sent here.  It was disguised as a military training boot camp building.  This place was called EDE also known as extremely dangerous experiments.  Well Travis hated the place so he had thought of an escape plan that was extremely risky.  He had thought of the plan last night and now it was morning and it was time to put his plan into action.  Travis got out of the itchy cot and pi

Gig and Revya woke up from a very long sleep yawned and stretched he knew he was still attached to Revya but what he wasn’t expecting was to be asleep for a month.  He got out of the tent in camp that he or rather Revya made with Vitali and Grunzford and walked out of camp shaking the sleep out of him and Revya and walked out of camp.  She froze however when an unfamiliar noise.  “what the freakin’ hell was that?” He grumbled.  “I don’t know,” Revya replied in her soft musical voice.  She crept forward to a huge black pathway with white and yellow stripes.  “Hey kid whaddya doin’?” Gig cried o

I like being different whats wrong with that? Maybe I don't want to be like everyone else I don't want to be a prep, or a popular snob, a jerk, or a jock I don't want to follow what everyone does I just want to be me unique and different.

Being an emo is a difficult thing Being misjudged and misunderstood Nobody understands it's just a different fashion style Being an emo doesn't mean we cut our wrists. The only difference between an emo and other people Is we just see both sides of life While others hide in the cheerful part We understand that there's a darker side, We understand the pain and the grief the happiness and joy of life We understand what it's like to be an outcast Not all emo's are the same it's just a unique personality.

Thank you for showing me that best friends can not be trusted Thank you for showing me the pain and the hurt Thank you for lying to me  and letting me down But most of all the biggest  thanks of them all is, Is showing me love isn't real.

I walk alone even in my sleep I walk in the dark just waiting to spark I hide in the shadows just watching and waiting The only noise there is the silence of you. The things that I've felt, the things that I've done All the things I've seen could never prepare me for what I am now seeing I never expected this to go as far as it did I guess I don't really care you only brought this on yourself your own dead dead silence.

Life is as black as the clothes that I wear The life that I had that I  once knew is gone I swear to you I will never forget what you did to me I used to love I used to care Now you've you taken that away from me.

I lie here on the cold hard ground Body cold as ice that will never bleed again You wonder why I'm dead. It's because you threw me away Decided you didn't love me anymore Now you've gone to the next girl so that's why.

I am the nowhere man. I wear a freshly ironed plaid tie, attached to a crisp black tuxedo that seems too stiff to bend with my impossible joints. I was on my way to an interview I pretended to have because sometimes this time frame takes an overactive imagination to survive. My house is here and there. It's tiny and lightweight, which is good since I always wanted to travel abroad. It's composed of oxygen and never leaves me. I can afford this house. It really was quite a steal. I make payments with my non-existent job and the rates never seem to change. I watch the housing crisis fold in upon itself, burying my neighbors. My meals are deli

Time to sound like a geek, But I don't really care. This poem will probably be weak, But I am exactly the same to be fair. If I was the Wolverine, Would you love me still? I seem lonely and mean, And eager to kill. But what makes me invincible, Is you don't you know. My adamantium bubble, From you it grows. This skeleton of metal, Still feels the love. I see beauty in a petal, Sent from the tree above. When we argue, My protection is gone. I start to turn blue, I'm exposed for too long. This isn't a declaration, Nor is it an attack. I'm admitting to the nation, Without you I can't take the flak.